Many have written about the various stages of grief they go
through at the end of a relationship. This has become the premise for many
comedy sketches, books and movies like 500 days of summer (talk about stuck-up
!). Today, I would like to talk about the various stages of grief I went
through. Well in my case, it was not about a relationship (that is for another
day), but about rejection from a job application. I had applied for a position
with one of the dream companies and got rejected after the fourth round of
interview.
Denial. As a
practice, I usually send out a “Thank You” to the panel members/HR on the day
after my interview. I followed the same ritual this time too, well aware that
it was the final and deciding round. The HR, who till that point had responded
to my emails in lightning speed, had simply gone quiet. Though this was the
first indication, I choose to ignore it and decided to stay optimistic. I only
checked my inbox every 40 seconds and then the spam box, for the response. They
had hinted that I would know the previous day or early morning in case of a
selection. Instead of assuming the worst, I choose to believe that the printer
which was printing my offer letter was jammed and hence the delay.
False
Hope - Maybe there was a mistake. I was in my office (yes, luckily I was already employed) when I
finally got the rejection email from the HR of the company. I stared at it with
open eyes. Not the kind you do when you see your first paycheck, but the kind
you have when your student loan hits you. My brain quickly jumped to its panic
response - this is not happening, there must be a mistake. I read it again,
re-read it, closed the mail, opened it again and read it. The mail hasn’t
changed. Probably they mixed up the names. Maybe they would realize that they
mixed up the names and send me the clarification in an hour. Or two.
Grief
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After 6 hours of receiving the mail, I slowly realized that they hadn’t made
the mistake while sending the mail. The rejection was for real. The pain shot
up through my body like the boy who had accidentally bitten his tongue. The
memories came rushing in. The big board rooms and open spaces I saw at the
office, when I went for the interview. The smart boards and table tennis table
will remain a dream. Now that I knew I lost it, I yearned for it more. I felt I
had climbed up a mountain, only to fall freely from the peak.
Rebel
or what the weak call “Acceptance”. Conceding defeat is difficult and it is even more difficult to
accept it gracefully. This was the only part of the various stages that I
enjoyed. This is when you stop being an adult and let out the inner child
within you. It was 3PM and I decide to take an unauthorized, unscheduled ice
cream break. The report for my manager, comparing “Disc Bullets vs Circular
Bullets in Sales Presentations” can wait. It was time for me to be with myself
and have some ice cream, rebellious ice cream. Maybe I should start smoking
too. Nah, that’s taking rebellion too far.
Moving
on. Life
has to go on and some failures have to be forgotten. The rebellious ice cream
did help in cooling me down. I tell myself that it is not the end of the world
and know there is something better out there for me. I look around and see the
others buzzing around, few even smiling while doing their job. Those must be
the new hires. The pain slowly recedes as the day draws to an end. Some rest
and a good night sleep should put me back on my feet. But before that I should
complete my report on the relation between a “Sales deck’s font color and
revenue stream”. The rebel stage did take up lot of my time and the boss is
waiting..